Yesterday was a doozie of a day.
I was extra thankful for my three mile run in the morning. I used every single extra endorphin I made and then borrowed some from my future runs.
Work was rough. The good kind of rough -the kind where I felt challenged - but still took the energy out of me.
Immediately after work I fed Ina and we went to the hospital to visit my grandma.
Thanks for the prayers, please keep them coming.
We came home around 7:30 and were met by Dan who had a trailer full of stuff to "stuff" into my already-overflowing garage. (But, he did hang up the mirror when I was in Texas. Baby steps.)
I scrambled around to get dinner together in between Ina whimpers. When she wants to be held, she wants to be held.
Ina didn't want to go to sleep, and I think Dan put her down 4 times before she finally fell asleep for good.
I feel like I have written the same post 20 times since Ina was born, but it is what I have to say. Some days as a mother feel very scrambled and I have to ward off a panic attack in between every task. Other days are breezy and everything comes so easy.
All days it is so worth it.